"Yeah!" came the rough voice over the phone.
“Nick! Thank God I got a hold of you!” Carly said, wincing at the loud background noise.
“What?! I can’t hear you! Wait a minute!” Nick yelled, holding the phone tightly to his ear and walking towards the exit to get away from the noise.
Once the fresh air hit his face, he walked towards the parking lot and said, “OK. Sorry about that. Who is this?”
“Nick! It’s me, Carly!”
“Oh, hi, Carly. You don’t have to yell anymore; I’m outside now.”
“Oh, sorry. Where are you?”
“I’m at Club Acadia with everyone from the restaurant. Where are you?”
Huh. It seemed like everyone was there except for her. She got into her car and closed the door.
“Can you give me directions so I can come meet you guys?”
“Yeah.” He gave her directions.
“Thanks. I’ll see you in what, 10 minutes?”
“More like 15 or 20. Call me when you get here, okay?”
“How are you going to hear me? I can’t believe you even heard your cell phone ring this time since it’s so loud in there!”
Nick laughed. “Yeah, well, you’re right about that. I just happened to have it on vibrate, so I “felt” the call.”
“Ooh, that sounds nice.” She laughed.
“Ah, you are playful. I like that. Why don’t I meet you out front in about 15 minutes, okay?”
“Yeah, I’m already on my way. I’ll see ya.”
“Cool. Bye.” Nick smiled and walked back into the club. He was glad she was coming after all, but he didn’t want any more drama. He was in full out party mode.
Carly smiled as she drove to the club. She couldn’t wait to see Nick and just have a good time. It would be fun to dance and hang out with him and the rest of the gang.
She arrived there several minutes later and had to drive around for awhile to find a parking space. It was packed. Well, duh, it’s Saturday night at 10pm, Carly! It was quite a walk to the front of the club and there was a line of people out front. She looked around for Nick and didn’t see him. Where the hell was he? Maybe he forgot or was too drunk or having too good of a time. Or maybe some crazy fans mugged him, she giggled. Oh well. What sucked was she had to get in the back of the line and it could take awhile before she would be able to enter the club. Fortunately, though AJ had just arrived, too and he spotted her.
“Hey, girl, what are you doing in line?’ He asked her.
“Well, I got a hold of Nick and he’s already here. He was supposed to meet me out here, but I don’t see him, do you?”
“Nope, but you’re with me, so come on.” AJ took her hand, walked up to the front of the line, ignored the screaming girls at the front of the line and said a few words to the guy and girl by the front door. “Hey AJ, go on in.” The girl said, smiling at AJ but frowning at Carly. Carly tried not to look at her as they walked in the club. Club Madness it should be called, Carly thought. Blaring rock music, bright psychedelic lights, loud talking, laughing, people sitting, walking, dancing; all kinds of chaos.
“Hey AJ!” Some women greeted him. He smiled and nodded a greeting back. AJ was still holding Carly’s hand and she was grateful because she might have lost him otherwise and truly have been lost. This was not her usual thing; not her scene. She didn’t go clubbing or at least she hadn’t in a long time. Rinda used to take her before she had met Derek and they would hook up with a couple of guys but Carly hated it because Rinda always wanted to leave with one of the guys and she didn’t which left her in the awkward position of trying to talk her way out of sex with the remaining horn dog. It wasn’t easy and she had to practically tell him off to get him to leave her alone. After the second time that happened, Carly refused to go out to clubs with Rinda again.
AJ stopped at a table on the right side of the dance floor. She spotted Brian and Leighanne, Kevin and Kristen and Howie laughing over something, but she didn’t see anyone else; including Nick. Where was he? AJ went to the table and they greeted him. He bent to talk to them and all faces turned towards Carly. They yelled their greetings to her and waved. Carly smiled and waved back, but she was still looking for Nick. She scanned the crowd of faces and finally spotted him. He was dancing with a tall, leggy blonde who of course, looked like a model; actually she looked a lot like Rinda. Nick looked like he was having a good time. His hair was soaking wet, standing up in all of its glorious spikiness and he was wearing a clingy white sweat-soaked t-shirt and his holey jeans so he had apparently brought a change of clothes. Carly kind of wished she had. She would have liked to dress more funky for this kind of club; jeans and tank top or something, not her elegant lacy outfit, but oh well. Nick had liked it at least.
Carly was enjoying watching Nick and the woman dance; the song was “Fire” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. It was a very upbeat song and the two of them were definitely working up a sweat. She loved watching Nick move; his hips swaying, his butt shaking; his face lit up, obviously having a good time. The woman was matching him in enthusiasm and was a very good dancer as well. She was surprised she wasn’t jealous; maybe it was because they weren’t touching she laughed to herself. The song ended and for some reason Nick turned towards her direction. Recognition dawned and he smiled. Carly watched as he leaned in to say something to his dance partner. She nodded, threw a glance towards her and then walked away. Nick sauntered over to Carly.
“Hey! You made it! Oh, shit! I was supposed to meet you out front, wasn’t I?”
Carly nodded, but smiled. “It’s okay.” Nick went to hug her and she took a step backwards. “Uh, maybe not.” He looked at his sweaty body, laughed and backed off. “Oh, sorry.”
The music started up again and “Don’t Phunk With My Heart” by the Black Eyed Peas blared loudly.
“Oh, I like this song.” Carly said.
“What?!” He obviously couldn’t hear her; one of the speakers was right behind him.
“Do you want to dance?!” She yelled.
A smile lit up his face. He held up a finger, walked to the table, grabbed a glass of water, chugged half of it down and then went back to her, grabbed her hand and took her on the dance floor. AJ, Brian and Howie watched with smiles on their faces as the two started dancing.
The song was a sexy mix of rap and hip hop and they grooved together well. Carly started to work up a sweat the way Nick already had and then she suddenly remembered she had worn a camisole that could easily pass for a top underneath her blouse. She decided to tease Nick, so she started unbuttoning her blouse as she swayed her hips and moved to the music. Nick’s eyes bugged out; looking at her like, “what are you doing?!”, but she just smiled and kept up undoing her buttons until she could remove her blouse. Nick smiled at her and winked at her as if to say, “okay, I get what you’re doing” and Carly laughed.
Carly danced a little holding the blouse, not knowing what exactly to do with it, but happy she was cooler now. Nick got an idea and moved towards her and grabbed one end of the blouse, pulling Carly to him. She looked surprised, but happy to oblige as his lips met hers in a sensual kiss. They were still dancing, moving together in sync; in a rhythm all of their own. They pulled away, licking their lips and smiling lasciviously at one another. They moved away from each other and danced around one another; it was like a dance of desire; a dance of lust. Carly was laughing and it had nothing to do with any alcohol she may have drunk earlier; in fact she was pretty sober now and just drunk with her desire for Nick; enjoying dancing and flirting with him.
The song turned into Christina Aguilera’s “Hurt”. Nick seized the opportunity to pull Carly into him for a slow dance; reveling in the fact he could finally get away with holding her close to him. Goddamn it, if she didn’t look smokin’ hot in that damn camisole and tight skirt. Her ample breasts were partially exposed for his viewing pleasure and he took the opportunity to “view” them as much as possible during the last dance. Now they were smashed against his chest as he held her close. They could feel each other’s breath against their necks; feel his arms around her waist; hers around his neck; their hot, sweaty bodies pressed tightly against one another; dancing in unison and feeling lightheaded from their effect on one another.
Carly tried to attempt conversation. “Nick, I’m sorry.”
“What?”
This time she pressed her lips to his ear and said, “I’m sorry.”
The feel of her breath and the vibration of her voice in his ear caused shockwaves of desire through him. He tried to maintain control as he said loudly into her ear,
“For what?”
“For being such a bitch earlier.”
Nick laughed. “You weren’t a bitch, believe me. I’ve known bitches and you aren’t one of them.”
Carly laughed. God, he loved her laugh.
“And I’m sorry, too.” He added.
She smiled and nodded. Apologies exchanged. Apologies accepted.
Carly leaned her head on Nick’s shoulder and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of just being in his arms. It was glorious; it was what she lived for, she realized. The thought of Derek never even crossed her mind.
Nick held her tight and felt his heart soar. She was where she belonged; in his arms. If he had his way, she would stay there forever.
The song ended way too soon and they stood on the dance floor looking at one another.
They said at the same time: “Do you want to get out of here?”
Momentary silence, then they both burst out laughing. “Jinx!” Again at the same time. Again, laughter. She loved his laugh; she always had.
They made their way over to the table, talked with everyone for a few minutes, made their excuses and left the club gladly. Not much was said as Nick opened his car door for Carly, she got in and he drove away. They both sat there in silence, smiling, savoring the intense, delicious anticipation and what was to come.
Nick drove her to his house in the Hollywood Hills just a few minutes away. Carly laid back and closed her eyes.
“Don’t go to sleep. You won’t want to miss anything.” Nick warned.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be awake.” She said, opened her eyes and smiled at him. Nick put “the pedal to the metal” so to speak and raced towards his house; praying he wouldn’t get a ticket.
As soon as they arrived at Nick’s house, Nick jumped out of the car, went over to the passenger side, opened Carly’s door, helped her out, grabbed her hand and they raced towards his front door. He frantically tried to find his house key and open the door as Carly giggled. He took a second out of his fumbling to kiss her good and hard; a hint of what was to come and she kissed him back; intoxicated by his touch.
“God! Finally!” He said as he opened the door. “Wait!” He said as he hurriedly disarmed his alarm. “Okay.” Carly stepped into the glorious home, but didn’t have much time to enjoy her surroundings because Nick’s mouth was on hers again and Carly was kicking off her heels, Nick was throwing off his shoes and socks, she was unzipping her skirt and pulling it off, Nick was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans and pulling them off with his underwear; his t-shirt flung off next; Carly pulled her camisole off. She was down to her bra and thong panties and Nick was kissing her again. “Let me.” He smiled and unhooked her bra as if he knew exactly how to do it because he had unhooked a thousand bras and freed his perfect breasts from their casing. His hands were molding her mounds of flesh, sending shockwaves through her body; his fingers tweaking her nipples into two pointed peaks causing her to moan and pull his face to kiss her lips and then guide him down to suck her excruciatingly aching nipples. As Nick suckled them; he pulled her panties down and off in one swift motion and inserted two fingers into her soaked vagina, pumping them in and out. Carly was moaning into his hair; feeling weak; her legs almost buckling beneath her.
“Whoa, there.” Nick said as he pulled her up. He picked her up and carried her upstairs to his bedroom. Carly lay in his arms; her body quivering was anticipation and excitement. Nick didn’t waste any time to lay her on his bed. He laid his naked body on top hers, kissing her lips, her neck, excited by every moan, every breath coming from her lips.
“Wait a minute…” Nick propped himself onto one elbow.
“Nick…don’t stop…” She looked at him.
“I could make love to you here on my bed, but I want to corrupt you. I want to make love to you somewhere where you have never have before.” He looked around the bedroom and spied his balcony. Perfect. He got up and opened the French doors. It wasn’t very likely they would be seen or heard; his house and backyard and were very private; on a hill exclusive to his house. Paparazzi could be lurking; but they would have no reason to suspect that anything would be going on tonight; it was a shame for them because if they were there, they would be getting pretty damn good pictures.
As Nick led Carly out onto the balcony, he watched her assess the situation. That’s not all that he watched. Her body was breathtaking. Not the super thin, flat-chested model type like Rinda or others he had screwed, but a voluptuous, curvaceous body made for loving; made to withstand all the pounding so to speak he intended to put it through. From behind Carly, Nick bent her over the cold railing, moving his hands all up and down the front of her body, titillating her breasts, her stomach, her wet opening, then moved his hand back behind her to ready himself to enter her, guiding himself into her slowing at first and when he felt her acquiesce, he inserted the full length of his dick inside her, moving slowly to see how she would receive him. When he heard her gasp her intense pleasure, he thrust harder, feeling himself growing bigger – God! She felt so damn good! Nick held onto to her hips as he continued to fuck her; watching her breasts dangling over the railing and listening to her cries of pleasure.
“Oh, baby! I can’t hold out much longer!” Nick cried out. It was just too much.
“Oh, shhiiitt!” Nick heard her say and that sent him over the edge. As her orgasms were gripping her in wave after wave of rushing climactic shocks of pleasure, Nick was pumping his cum into her, gripping her and moaning her name. “Carly! Oh shit! Carly!”
As their muscles were still contracting and they were recovering from their intense climaxes, Nick fell on top of Carly briefly, both pulling out of her and turning her around she he could embrace her. They stood there, holding onto to one another. Nick moved her hand to her face and felt tears falling on his hand. He pulled his head back and looked at her.
“Carly? Are you alright?” He saw her tears and gently wiped them away with his fingers. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Yeah, I’m fine. These are actually tears of joy believe it or not.” She laughed.
“Come here.” He said and pulled her back against his chest to hold her again. He understood why she was crying because he felt like doing the same thing. What they had just shared was so overwhelming; so emotional that tears were the perfect expression of pure happiness.
